Tuesday, January 14, 2020

Sunset Over The Garden Time


That was what the sky looked like a few minutes ago when I got home from taking Owen and Gibson back to their house. On my way to the hen house to shut the door, I looked up and saw that sky, those bony-fingered pecan branches stretched out against it. It's not the sunset over the Caribbean or even Dog Island but it's a sunset and it has its own delicate beauty.
It is the quiet time of day.
It's been preternaturally warm here. Not hot but I think it did get up to eighty which is quite warm enough. It's disconcerting. It's supposed to get back down into the thirties in a week but until then, we're experiencing a sort of sultry pre-spring. I imagine that things will truly start to bud and then get nipped but this does happen. The camellias will go on, undisturbed. The garden will be fine.

Mr. Moon picked up Owen and Gibson at the bus stop this afternoon because we wanted them over for a visit. He left his office early and ran a few errands and then picked them up. Surprise! I am sure they were disappointed that it wasn't me because I take them to the Bad Girls Get Saved By Jesus thrift store to treasure hunt for toys when I pick them up but whatever.
Owen and I made popcorn and we all sat around the kitchen island and ate and talked. I'm so proud of those boys. They are thoughtful and they are loving and they are smart. They walked through our bedroom to go look at Boppy's new sink (he got a sink!) and on the way back through the house Gibson shouted, "Family cuddle!" and we all laid down on the most comfortable bed in the world and had a good hugfest and cuddle. And then it was time to play Wii with Boppy and that's what they did while I made a pot of chili for supper.

I drove them home around 5:30 and today's open-ended question from Owen was, "Mer, what did you think, what did you feel like when you moved into your house?"
This is like the third or fourth time he's done this- asked questions which draw me out and I think it's highly unusual for a ten-year old to do this.
And by the way, I told him I'd been too happy for words. That this was my dream house. That I felt like I got to live in a museum house and make it a home.
"Like at the Junior Museum!" he said.
"Exactly."
He knows how much I love that old farm house there.
"It is an awesome house," he said. I agreed.

I cleaned and dusted a little more today. I finally got around to the hallway altar which was littered with dried flower petals and covered in dust. I tenderly cleaned the Virgin of Guadalupe who lives there and washed the glass on all the pictures.


I picked two pink perfections and put them in a vase and even glued a piece of turtle shell that had chipped off in a fall. All of that feels good. Sometimes in life there are so many things that you can't control and I suppose it's nice to do things that you can. 

I believe tomorrow that Lily and Jessie and I and the three youngest grands are going to make our trek to Monticello to attend toddler story and art hour at the library where we'll see Ms. Courtney and Mr. Terez and the three little mice who live there as well as the other children and mamas and grandmamas who show up. As we all know, this is one of my favorite things in the world to do. 
I'll be reporting in. 

Oh! Here's the new sink! Isn't it nice?


Running water and everything. I have the most amazing husband. 

Feeling very tender and open to it all tonight. May there be peace for us all. 

Love...Ms. Moon

18 comments:

  1. Nothing can lift my spirits like looking at all my favorite pictures through clean glass!

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    1. It's true, Joanne! And imagine the joy I would get if I washed the windows!

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  2. So precious to have that time with the “big boys.” Owen is a very thoughtful child, his questions certainly are probing. He’s a deep thinker that one, and Gibson is a cuddlesome love engine. Beautiful sunset in your storybook garden.

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    1. "A cuddlesome love engine." That is Gibson exactly!

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  3. Wishing you a peaceful end to your wonderful day. Those boys are terrific!

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  4. I love to read about your days. You're blessed with family, but you must be a big part of why the boys are thoughtful and good to be around. They learn it somewhere!

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    1. They have learned a lot of it in their very own home. They are loved.

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  5. "Family cuddle time!" The best. Just. The. Best.

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  6. the twins would do that to me...ask me questions about my life during their summer visits but they may have been a couple of years older. sometimes they would just say tell me a story and I would tell them they had to ask me a question. we'd sit up late at night talking. and that is a good sink. I've been looking at new bathroom vanities.

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    1. I think that grandchildren do have an inherent curiosity about what life was like "back in the olden days." And I find that I seem to have a need to relate those stories. I hope not to the point of boredom for them.

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  7. It's interesting that Owen is asking such big questions. He's definitely a thinker. He's looking beneath the surface for the stories. It's encouraging, isn't it?

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  8. What a fun question for Owen to ask. I'd really have to think back, even though it's been less than 10 years. But what a great way to learn some of your history (or herstory). You've got some special grandchildren.

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    1. I remember so well what it felt like to move into this house. I was overjoyed. Don't we all think our grandchildren are special? And that's how we're supposed to feel.

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  9. Katie is a huge fan of family cuddles or hugs as well. The sink is beautiful. Hope you enjoyed your library visit.

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    1. That's terrific that Katie loves hugs. How positive! And loving.
      I think the sink's a nice one.

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